Ladi-da

I wish to be a sloth

 

 

they carry along.

 

 

Swinging branch to branch

Seeming in a trance

 

Grab a leaf,

eat . It’s sweet.

 

breathe and see, there’s nothing wrong to me!

 

I live slowly , fast is not in my vocabulary!

 

Ladi-da, swing and climb and lay, 

just fine, I say. 

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